show-some-wit:

-miguel:

show-some-wit:

-miguel:

show-some-wit:

I only know one guy like that…he’s like…a stalker…why would you want to find him? I’ve been trying to get away from him.

Oh well I .. uh.. well -He’d quickly tuck a strand behind his ear and looked up to her, adjusting the strap to his bag and clearing his throat- He’s my uh room mate, I was going to meet him here on my break and I can’t seem to find him.. I thought I saw him earlier with you , but  -His emerald eyes scanned her then looked the opposite direction and sighed-

Right, most apologizes miss. Sorry for wasting your time -With a polite bow, he’d smile and began to turn slowly around-

-she sighs; this guy was so nice. Why would he be looking for Creeper McCreeperton?- Wait wait wait, no look..-she points to the left- He went that way, about 20 minute sago…-coughs- I kinda…sprayed him in the face…with mace…

-He quickly turned around, his eyes growing wide- What?! W-Why would you do something so awf-.. -Well, thinking about it, Tulio could be a bit of a creeper, but he only saw him as a nice charming Spaniard. Miguel bit his cheek and sighed, putting his palm up to his forehead- He’s not going to be happy later. I hope you didn’t blind those delicate blue eyes of his, hopefully his glasses were protecting most of where the spray was directed to..

-what was he mumbling about? With another side, Miguel took a plunge on the nearest seat and rested in his head on the table- I would go after him, but he… has.. anger issues when something like that happens.  Hmm..

What did he do to you? for you to er..spray that stuff in his face? -he’d lift his head then, not a friendly look rested on his face but he was trying hard  to be polite as a Brit would-

-Carlotta looks around, rather paranoid after today’s events.- I think…it feels like he is following me And I am not usually a paranoid person, senior….?-she looks down at him; asking his name is a vague way- My name is Carlotta, Carlotta Castillo.

…Following you? He doesn’t normally follow people around like that. -sighs and tilt his head to the side like the confused puppy he was. He’d smile thought, easily influenced in changing the subject as well as his emotions quickly. Senor? Ahh, so she was Spanish. This made Miguel smile even more.- Mi nombre es Miguel. It’s nice meet you. -He’d reach out his hand to shake hers, blinking his green eyes cutely-